I should correct that - I don't hate stuffing dirty clothes into a giant washing machine drum. No, that's the easy part. I always think to myself, "I could be beating this against a rock...washing machines are awesome." It's the folding that kills me.

I hate folding laundry so much that I attempt to outsource at every given opportunity. Brian does a fair share of folding, and our once-a-week-babysitter has proven her worth by diligently and peacefully taking on this task. I cannot emphasize how much I love Sierra, and it's not just because she takes great care of the Bear. It's mainly because she makes my yoga pants seem crisp and new again.

So after the Container Store Blogger Party on Thursday, I noticed that in our bags 'o' swag they had given us something called a "Flip Fold Jr." It essentially is a giant piece of molded green plastic that promises "the perfect folded shirt!" I hate molded plastic. I kind of looked at it, considered throwing it away, and then on a whim, decided to find out if my dislike for molded plastic is greater than my dislike for folding t-shirts.

And what I found is...I no longer dislike either. In fact, I'm kind of in love with my Flip Fold Jr. I love it so much I spent Mother's Day reorganizing parts of our dresser. I was like, in the zone. The folding zone.

Let me explain.

This is a Flip Fold Jr.

Place the t-shirt over the entire contraption, with the collar of the shirt touching the top of the green. I shall be using my shirt from the "Six Tunnels to Hoover Dam" 5K Thanksgiving run as an example.

Fold the bottom part of the shirt up to the bottom of the green edge.

Using the bend-y sides (these are technical terms, people), fold one side into the middle. Tuck the sleeve in gently.

Do the same to the other side.

And then - this is the fun part - flip the bottom part (it bends as well) over the top, like so:

Viola! There you have it - a perfectly folded t-shirt!

I know, isn't it great? I love this little piece of green plastic so much I spent Sunday afternoon refolding our dresser.

This is what it looked like before:

And after:

I know, I know. We're not exactly curing cancer here. But, this is my thing: if looking into a cabinet that is neatly organized improves your mood for the day, then it's worth it. And I am LOVING this new organization.

Thank you, Container Store!

The Flip Fold Jr. retails for $21.99 and can be found at your local Container Store. Don't have one in your area? You can buy it online at www.containerstore.com.

Despite what you may think, I was not compensated for this blog post in any way (other than scoring a cool swag bag.) I'm just so darn excited about loving laundry again that I wanted to share it with you fine people.

I am very happy to announce two exciting developments on the blog -- as of tomorrow, the dining reviews will be updated with a whole slew of new restaurants, and next week, each weekly entry will be dedicated to one crock pot dish that I use and love. Because lord knows that when this cold weather hits, we're all too tired to make dinner but relish a warm meal. Crock pot recipes = awesome.

As for the dining reviews, which have not been updated since May, I'm consistently shocked to see that they are in the top three page views on my blog stats. People gotta eat, I guess. And just in case you are curious, search terms that might lead you to the blog include "Junior League is a sorority" (giggle) and "tapas: hate sharing food."

Yup, this is my blog.

So anyways, tune in tomorrow for more dining options in Vegas (including my favorite bakery!). And next week, drag those crock pots out and grab your can opener, because nothin' says dinner like dumping stuff in a large, heated bowl. Bon appetite, indeed!

In the sake of fairness, I need to report that I did not watch his season (which apparently was the comment du-jour of the night, poor guy.) Because if you are like me and had to Google him, he's the guy that spurned both Jenni and Deanna and somehow earned him the reputation of the most hated guy in America. I thought that belonged to Wes? I don't fault the guy for not picking either girl; I mean, how is that worse than say what the English guy did by picking Lorenzo Lamas' daughter, showing up at about 12 red carpet events, and then breaking up oh-so-unceremoniously? Or any other Bachelor for that matter. The only Bachelor to find "true love" on the show was Jason, who just recently married Molly - but not before breaking up with Melissa on national television. (yes, we all know the Trista and Ryan story, but she was the Bachelorette, not the Bachelor.)

Love is a messy, messy thing.

And yet, Brad spent three years in therapy, hashing out his issues and trying to get the root of all evil. (It was the 'I leave before you leave' scenario, ultimately, as a result of an absentee father.)

Anyways, just to keep everyone up-to-date on the Bachelor history, let's remember that Deanna went on to be the Bachelorette and she picked that weird surfer dude but broke Jason Mesnick's heart, who became the next big B and picked Molly (after that whole Melissa nastiness), and his season introduced us to Jillian (loved her!) who picked Ed who had trouble in the bedroom ("he was sunburned...and tired...and hungry." Um...okay) but spurned Jake who later became the Bachelor and despite his good looks and white teeth, he was really a psycho who argued with Vienna in front of a very concerned Chris Harrison and Tenley ended up falling in love with Kiptyn but not before Ali (Yellow Ali, as I dubbed her) was the Bachlorette and picked Roberto and left the lovely Chris L heartbroken with his plaid couch with his dead mother and adorable golden retrievers.

Did he have a golden retriever or am I making that up? It's all starting to blur together.

Whew. I really need to turn off the TV.

The point here: Brad's second season brings us full circle.

And I'm guessing the producers went through several possible subtitles, much like Jake's "On the Wings of Love" or the English's guy (what was his name??) "London Calling!." Here are Brian's and my guesses:

The Bachelor: What I Learned in TherapyThe Bachelor: The Flogging of Brad Womack

The Bachelor: Damn the Yankees (was it me or did every girl with a Southern accent get a rose?)

The Bachelor: I Forgot my Anxiety Meds in the Limo; Please Don't Yell at Me Tonight

(the last one is my favorite)

Okay, let's get to the good stuff: the ladies. Um...wow. Was it me or did they intentionally set up the beautiful, widowed Southern Belle to be the last story, and then always play that cheesy music every time she was on screen? I get it, I get it: Emily organizes fundraisers at a children's hospital. She lost the love of her life in a plane crash and found out she was pregnant right after the funeral. She has impossibly slender legs. Yes, we get it: she's perfect. She is the Tenley of this season (or is Keltie?? Keltie is super bubbly but Emily has a great tan. I call this one a draw.)

But it's clear to say that Michelle (?), the hairdresser from Utah, is the villian. Madison, Ye of the Fangs, must have missed the bus to the VH-1 studio and somehow winded up on squeaky-clean ABC and then pretended to bite Brad's neck as he inexplicably offered her a rose. Ashley the Dentist looks just like Ashley the One who Dressed up Like a Flight Attendant from Jake's season and looks mindlessly needy. I was surprised Alli, aka Booty Girl ("A guy broke up with me because he said my booty wasn't petite enough!") got a rose, and ditto for both Chantels (or Shawntel, depending on your preference). But good-bye, blond girl in the black dress who looks like a cross between Kristin Cavalleri and Kim from Real Housewives of Atlanta. As Brian commented, "You watch so much reality TV that you are actually starting to compare all of them."

Yes, I get it. I need to turn off the TV. But as I told him, this is research for the blog...

But our bachelor stayed the course and tried really, really hard to convince everyone he has changed. I'm surprised Thomas Parker PhD didn't make a surprise appearance during the cocktail party. You could tell Chris Harrison was getting increasing uncomfortable as Brad blathered on about how he's changed, what he's learned, etc, and Chris was probably motioning to the producers, "Send in the therapist! He's been talking for three hours!" I am happy, however, that therapy got the national spotlight and I'm sure Dr. Parker's phone is probably ringing off the hook right now.

Okay friends, let's make some predictions: who has legs? I'm putting money on Emily the coal-miner's daughter and Michelle from Salt Lake City. I think Lindsay is a wild card, only because she's from Texas, too. What about Nanny Ashley who got the first impression rose? Thoughts? Comments? Is Brad going to have a breakdown this season? Have we seen the last of Jenni and Deanna? Does Chris Harrison want to have dinner at my house?